Hee! And I'm with Ginger on not seeing much difference between bad Hemingway and well, just Hemingway.
You're right. He's evil. But you should see him naked. I mean really!
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Beverly - May 10, 2005 10:26:08 am PDT #2021 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
deborah grabien - May 10, 2005 10:29:51 am PDT #2022 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
BWAH! Classic, Ginger.
Pix - May 10, 2005 12:57:33 pm PDT #2023 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
sputter
It's the "don't be a damned fool" that just killed me. Oh. My. Fan-tastic.
Astarte - May 10, 2005 2:16:39 pm PDT #2024 of 10001
Not having has never been the thing I've regretted most in my life. Not trying is.
Was Hemingway in here?
Snerk.
SailAweigh - May 10, 2005 4:56:12 pm PDT #2025 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
I don't think I'm anywhere close to getting the hang of Hemingway. So, I'll just do more of what I seem to be good at, the overblown adverbs.
Just The Way You Look, Tonight
Oh, the pain! The pain of it all!
How can one man survive the pinpoints of despair that pierce the brain and heart? What aching shards of agonizing regret is there to rue?
Oh, pain, hurt me not so grievously!
If only I had spoken falsely. If I’d spoken sweet words of deception and turned her wrath, what surcease!
But I told. And the pain! Oh, the pain!
Nothing can save me now! I’m doomed to eternal torment, bound to the rocks with vultures to tear my skin and pierce my flesh.
“No, dear, it doesn’t make you look fat.”
deborah grabien - May 10, 2005 6:10:01 pm PDT #2026 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
muHA!
(tangent) You know, I've never quite understood why anyone would ask whether something looked shitty and then been upset with a truthful answer. If I ask that question, I expect a truthdul answer.
How did that stereotype get started? Does anyone know?
SailAweigh - May 10, 2005 6:17:57 pm PDT #2027 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Not a clue, Deb. I'm sure it's been around since cavemen first started wearing animal skins.
deborah grabien - May 10, 2005 6:27:26 pm PDT #2028 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
I'm sure it's been around since cavemen first started wearing animal skins.
Yes, but that presupposes that some cavewoman put on a mastodon miniskirt, asked if she looked fat in it, was told yes, and then beaned Thag with a sabre tooth jawbone or something.
My real bewilderment is at the idea that it got started because some women prefer to be lied to. Dude. Do I want to go out in something that makes me look like a tuba in stilettos? IOW, if I wanted to be lied to, why would I ask?
Never mind. I'm a freak, possibly.
SailAweigh - May 10, 2005 6:37:58 pm PDT #2029 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Do I want to go out in something that makes me look like a tuba in stilettos? IOW, if I wanted to be lied to, why would I ask?
Because some women have absolutely no judgement about what looks good on them. They buy the most godawful stuff and then seek reassurance that they made the right choice. Personally, I tell the truth. If they can't handle it, they shouldn't have asked me.
Susan W. - May 10, 2005 6:50:35 pm PDT #2030 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
I tell the truth if the questioner and I are in her room trying to decide what she should wear. I lie if we're about to walk into the party and it's too late to change anything.